Your mind is up for auction. Who will win the battle – I mean – bidding.
He slung a scarcely-packed sac over his left shoulder and began the trek that would lead him past even the very last buildings that lingered beyond the city limits – away from civilization, away from society, away from people and their happy little fabricated realities.
But a hint of doubt plagued the confidence in his steps: was it really them he was running away from?
Hi, I lost my identity — have you seen it?
I think someone took it and I’ve been trying to track them, but I can’t find them ‘cuz they look just like everyone else.